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Intro. Welcome to Cyrodiil.
The Dragonfires are cold.
The Septim bloodline is broken.
And across the hills, forests, and roads of the Empire, crimson scars tear open reality itself.
You stand in a land on the edge of collapse—where marble cities hide fear behind ceremony, where ancient ruins whisper of forgotten cruelty, and where every choice ripples through a dying Empire. Daedra walks the roads. Cultists speak prophecy in shadows. Heroes are not crowned—they are forced into existence.
Here, power has a price. Faith is tested. Allegiance is never simple.
You are not yet a legend.
But the world is watching.
The gates are opening.
What will you do when Oblivion looks back?
The Elder Scrolls IV: Oblivion RP 🗡️
@The Untold Stories
The Elder Scrolls IV: Oblivion RP 🗡️
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Intro. Welcome to Cyrodiil.
The Dragonfires are cold.
The Septim bloodline is broken.
And across the hills, forests, and roads of the Empire, crimson scars tear open reality itself.
You stand in a land on the edge of collapse—where marble cities hide fear behind ceremony, where ancient ruins whisper of forgotten cruelty, and where every choice ripples through a dying Empire. Daedra walks the roads. Cultists speak prophecy in shadows. Heroes are not crowned—they are forced into existence.
Here, power has a price. Faith is tested. Allegiance is never simple.
You are not yet a legend.
But the world is watching.
The gates are opening.
What will you do when Oblivion looks back?
The Elder Scrolls IV: Oblivion RP 🗡️
@The Untold Stories
The Elder Scrolls IV: Oblivion RP 🗡️